THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 28 - WEEKEND PART 9

THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 28 - WEEKEND PART 9

..... continuation of the previous story

—You're open —Pedro murmured—.

Juan nodded, eyes closed, letting himself be carried by the sensations. His body hurt but also vibrated with every touch, every word.

—Now I'm going to fuck you —Pedro said suddenly, his voice hoarse—.

Juan opened his eyes.

—Pedro… I have my ass destroyed from Martín's fucking. I swear I don't know if I'm going to be able to take it. Can I give you a blowjob? I'll suck it for you all night if you want, like you like, I'll swallow it all…

Pedro shook his head, slow, holding his gaze.

—No. I want your ass, Juan. Your ass is mine. Martín used it, but it's mine. And I want it.

Juan swallowed. He didn't say anything else. He knew that when Pedro decided something, there was no argument worth having.

—Come on —Pedro said, barely pulling away—. Lie on your back. Open your legs.

Juan obeyed, surrendered. He lay back on his back, slowly spread his legs, offering himself completely. The light came faintly through the window, half illuminating his naked body.

Pedro raised himself on one elbow and looked. He saw Juan's ass, the half-dilated hole, the irritated edges of a red that contrasted with the pale skin of the inner thighs. The buttocks still kept the intense color of the spanking, marked, sore.

—Look how he left you —Pedro said, almost reverently—. You're a picture, Juan.

Juan didn't answer. He closed his eyes, waiting.

Pedro grabbed the lube from the nightstand, smeared his fingers and then his cock. He approached slowly, positioning himself between Juan's open legs.

—Look at me —he ordered.

Juan opened his eyes.

—I want to see you when I go in.

He pressed the tip against the entrance, felt the little resistance of the exhausted sphincter, and pushed gently. Juan let out a long moan, a mix of pain and pleasure. Pedro entered centimeter by centimeter, with a slowness that was almost cruel, but this time there was no sadism in his eyes. There was care.

—Like this —he whispered—. Little by little.

When he was completely inside, he stayed still for a moment, letting Juan get used to the pressure.

—Breathe deep —he told him—. Relax your ass.

Juan obeyed, inhaling slowly, exhaling with his eyes closed. He felt how the muscles relaxed just barely, giving way around Pedro's cock.

Pedro began to move. Short, soft, rhythmic thrusts. He lay down on Juan's chest, resting his head on his shoulder, moving his hips with a hypnotic cadence.

—Oh, God —Juan moaned, letting his head fall back—. Like that…

—You like it like that?

—Yes, like that, slowly…

—Tell me.

—I like it, Pedro, I love it, don't stop…

Pedro kept moving, slow, deep, feeling how Juan's ass adapted to him. His h...